The Ballet

old post from last year..... "Music Maestro," the conductor turns- The curtain rises and the ballet begins, People sit on the edge of their seats- Tasting the sweetness of the violins- Dancers make not a single sound, As their slippers touch the stage, The audience, still, gazing forward, Quite intimately engaged- The music pitch is soft, then loud, Creating a somber mood, With cabrioles, jetes, arabesques, plies, An ambiance of mystery, the dancers all exude. Painting a captivating canvas, Gracefully moving, white sylph-like silhouettes, The "Prima Ballerina Assoluta" twirls, Executing perfect en-point pirouettes- This ballet tells the story, Of how a peasant girl, from a broken heart, dies, Her last dance - a spectacular performance, Brings tears to the audience's eyes. Nearing its dramatic ending, Dancers complete their last entrechats, Spellbinding, flawlessly done, A standing ovation for them all- The music stops - the Maestro takes a bow, The curtain lifts, then falls, The applause of the audience demands, A number of curtain calls- Ballerinas retreat backstage to celebrate, Their "Prima's" last dance was today, Inside, the dancers weep softly, Outside, people praise the ballet-